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2002-2003 2002-2003 established 1901 ê/awa/^ ^)4iilea Kôllme Co-Editors Marlena Balliett Andrea Velas Publication Advisor Dr. Karen Schramm <^^^ ^\JA r fV\G! sSî8Mia96^'e <l 'î ^-%S#^ îffl 2002-2003 r§leemet^ =^ Karen Ritter Jessica Randell Becki Rubin Front Cover: Dr. Karen Schramm Inside Front Cover: Sara Helm Inside Back Cover: Dr. Karen Schramm Back Cover: Allison Fissel re/a/t/unf/,'o to //(r/o//owina: Dr. Linda Maisel for coordinating the Gleaner High School Writing Competition Mrs. Sue Haldeman for her technical assistance Mr. Barry Denlinger and Tiger Printing Group, For their time and generosity MAr>N^SS A cLocte. stoiA^ds aLoiAê Lia, the in^tiA^d. For fl v\A.Dvv^tvJt, the secoi/td ^la^^d goes bacfe. (t starts forward agnliA.. A^^^d everw oiA.ce Lia, a w/Wilt the secoiA,d haiA.d lAAoves backward. Is this a glitch liA.the clocfe orthe wlv^dl SbtddeiA^lw the clock explodes. Its pieces shatterliA-g to the fioor. 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My delicateears sense as ifthe weightofthe universe lies upon ihcni. Afork intheroad forces ustochoose betweenthe life we know ofand thisoutside world, Adirtpath lies ahead - weproceed, screaming pebblesare pulverized We turnonto unknownterritory, the wheelsthatbrought us so farbegin to slowly slide Downan immense incline -exposedto us is aheartwood house, Aplace that we payavisitto annually,knowing thatit will still be theretoreceive us warmly. The groundbecomes still yetmy legs arevibrating Islowly inchthedooropenand placeaportionofmy body onfirm land This sectoris so silentthatyou canhearthe wildwaterrushingdownthe mountainside- Sounding soclosethatIamcurious - Ifeel as ifI ambeingdrawnto it. Ipursuethe soundofthrashingwater- Iapproachabridge andlookbeyond, Isee tonsoftremendous trees andawirygrim passage - Traveledby others thatfeltadesiretoenterthese wondrouswoods as I do; Slowly I step intoaworldunexploredbymany. I approach abluff,butdeterminedto seenature'swonderIpushforth, I walkalongside ituntil Icome upon afootpath. As I make my way downthedecline, 1 feel my feet slip -quicklyI regain balance I'm urged onasthe soundbecomes louder- Iknow I will come uponthe source shortly. a??' The sunshinepeeksthroughthetrees- notfarahead I see aclearing. Impatiently Irace ahead-atthepath'sendis afuriousflow ofspringwater. This waterjumpsintotheairleaping overrocks,branches, andtree trunks Standingattheedge, Iyearntotravel downstream. I weave under,over, leftand rightaroundmany obstacles thatarepresented. Racingtheriver- I stopto seearemarkable figure Two tree trunks are crossedoverthe treacherous rapids, formingan X- I stand looking upatthe sky in wonder. Abreezeofcool windblows through my thinhair-achill runsdownmy spine The skinofmy body isdamp from the wispy moisture thrown intothedense air LookingbacktowhereIcamefrom,turned andbegantowalkhome - Knowingthewondersofthiswaterwould neverbe forgotten. -AnnMarieArmenli Larry Stelmach A Question of Balance We held a bachelor party for him the night before the first marriage. He went outfor pizzathe night before he got married forthe second time. I don't know what he did before the third try. I blame myselfforthe first bachelor party. I should never have let a mutual friend of ours handle the details. Tom Roberts was the perpetual groom. Tom always had an easygoing manner and most people found him to be instantly likeable. It is atrait you find in many top sales people (unless they are in the automobile or door-to-doorvacuum cleaner businesses). Tom was six foottall and fairly good looking, with his only real physical flaw being a nose a bittoo large for his long and thin face. Tom was a co- worker of mine at a company calledAir Products. Air Products is located in Allentown, PA. TheAllentown that BillyJoel sang about. It is agreat place to bring up a family. Its nightlife revolves around how long the Wendy's is staying open on any partic- ular night. Glen was the mutual friend who volunteered to handle the details ofthe bachelor party. In the group ofTom's friends from work who said they would attend, he was the only married man. Glen really seemed to get into the idea of a party and generated an enthusiasm forthe project as if he were desperate to revisit his bachelordays. He had one idea after another, finally settling on a club located in thatden of iniquity known as Bethlehem, Pennsylvania. The affairwas to startwith a nice dinner and then the club, which included exotic dancing and something mysterious called "special treatment." With that description alone, seventeen guys fromAir Products said they were going to attend the party Itwas ail going to happen the week before the wedding. We hit afew snags. Tom insisted that his two brothers had to attend the bachelor party, buttheywere notgoing to arrive from Virginia until theThursday before the wedding. We considered two separate parties. Then the club Glen had picked out forthe party burned down. The origins ofthe fire were suspicious and so were Glen's revised plans. Something about renting a boat and going down the Lehigh Riverwith some ofthe newly unemployed dancers from the club. Unfortunately, there was a series of problems atwork and a lack of water on the Lehigh River; suddenly the first party was off and so was planned attendance. Then one ofTom's brothers was delayed in arriving inAllentown until Friday morning. It's a long and winding story, but we ended upwith a bachelor party in Glen's basement, right afterthe rehearsal dinner, the night before the wedding. Glen was a reluctant host, butthere wasjust no other place to go on short notice. As the only married man in the now small group of partygoers, he had the only house with space enough forthe party. Glen and his wife, Joan, had one idiosyncrasy that had a big impact on how the nightwas arranged. They liked their house "just so." Glen and Joan didn't have any children and they didn't have pets. When theywent out and purchased something itwas usually the best and therefore, very expensive. Theywere absolutely paranoid about their possessions getting damaged. Glen even kept pieces of cardboard in the garage undertheir BMWs to make sure not a spot of carfluid would marthe epoxy painted floors. So in the interests of protecting theirvaluable acquisitions from the raucous bachelor party. Glen decided to hold the party in the unfinished basement. We arrived at Glen's house at about 9:30 that evening afterthe rehearsal dinner. The final guest list was made up ofTom, Glen, Tom's two brothers, three optimists from work, and me. The basement was all decked outwith card tables, folding chairs, a tape player, some potato chips, and a few black streamers. The place has the feel of an 8th grade graduation party. Glen's wife was upstairs-it never occurred to him to send her some place forthe night. When the boat ideafell through, there didn't seem to be any point. Throughoutthe night, we tried to get a rise out ofTom. Most ofthe members ofthe party were at